Her form was graceful, her willowy waist like catkins.
The light gauze danced, her cloud-like sleeves flowing like water.
Lu Hualiang was lost in a trance when he heard Xia Weibao’s call, and only then did he come back to his senses, "What?"
Xia Weibao was somewhat displeased, "What are you thinking about?"
It was rare for her to be in the mood to dance for him today, and yet there he was, distracted.
"Nothing." Lu Hualiang took a step forward and gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
Bowing his head, he pecked her on the lips, "Wife, you dance beautifully."
Xia Weibao gave him a sidelong glance, like she would believe that!
His earlier absent-minded expression clearly showed he wasn’t watching!
Feeling neglected, Her Majesty the Empress suddenly got a little temperamental, huffily grabbed her clothes, and went to take a shower.
Before she left, she didn’t forget to glower at him, "Don’t touch me tonight!"
The last sentence was the point, wasn’t it?
He sat on the couch, recalling the images that had just flashed through his mind.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Several times before, strange images had suddenly appeared before his eyes, but they used to be fleeting. However, this time they weren’t.
Instead, they kept swirling in his mind.
A woman dressed in palace attire was spinning and dancing, but the images were unclear, and he couldn’t see the woman’s face.
The surroundings were like an ancient room from a television drama, only he had never seen such a scene before. Why did these images appear?
Lu Hualiang pondered without an answer, shook his head, and decided not to think about it anymore.
He was a married man, how could he think about other women, even if they were mere hallucinations—it wasn’t allowed!
Yet for some reason, those phantom images gave him a familiar sense of palpitation.
It was as if, many years ago, a woman had danced exclusively for him.
When Xia Weibao came out after her shower, he was still lost in thought on the sofa.
She furrowed her brows, walked over to him, and waved her hand in front of his face, "What are you thinking about?"
The entire evening had been off.
Director Lu’s progress was there for all to see, from a disastrous romantic to now coming up with sweet nothings so effortlessly.
Xia Weibao’s face turned slightly red, bashfully glared at him in an attempt to cover her embarrassment.
Lu Hualiang curved his lips into a smile, "Thinking of how you look when you shower."
Alright then, pretend her just-now embarrassment didn’t exist.
Three days later, Xu Jiayang finally worked overtime and completed the editing of the movie that had been rushed to film.
Within the Hongtu CEO’s Office, Xu Jiayang and Xia Shi were still discussing the details of the upcoming release.
Meanwhile, Xia Weibao was browsing Weibo on the side, and when she opened her own Weibo account, she almost got angry enough to kill Leng Yan!
"Boss, what the hell?!"
Why was she being cyberbullied so terribly?
Leng Yan was still dealing with financial statements, and her sudden roar startled him, causing his hand to tremble.
His expression turned displeased, "What’s all this fuss about, jabbering nonsense?"
After all, he was her boss, and what sort of behavior was this, shouting at a superior?
Xia Weibao was infuriated by him, "Why are you blackening my name again?!"
Although she had previously asked Leng Yan to hire some internet trolls to slander that video of hers, making it top news for a month.
But after she came back from filming the movie, she had told him to stop the slander.
Otherwise, she’d lose all her fans!
Who would have thought he would hire trolls again to sully her name, and this wave of attacks was even more ferocious, having started just last night!
She had been so busy being affectionate with her husband the last two days that she hadn’t paid attention to the online situation and hadn’t noticed.
And now, looking at it, my God!
Her follower count had dropped to just one million, what on earth was happening!